This is a song about "Bob"

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight